Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.